in the middle of an afternoon, a white blue afternoon, a cloud has covered the sun & we could not have expected the subsequent emptiness or pure state of absence .. of the ever present channels around us, the ones used for the passage of sound & the displacement of air, from one location to another, these are paused .. and suddenly this day has stopped though only momentarily ..

however what we can understand & visibly, are the smooth undercurrents of the organism that is our town .. how one of many actions begin as others end, & how multiple purposes and diverse reactions complement each other; these are now noticeable but only momentarily ..

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as unpredictable as a day in march can be, there are riches in its surprises .. each day is noticeably a distinct length, & the width of its moods is represented by the weather ..

no one is more at home at this time than these two cats who simultaneously notice & disregard everything .. they are serenely awake .. and for each season of the calendar, they are renamed, the cats, & they seem to continue to respond to their new labels .. one morning, it began, the morning began wintry, with cats in attendance, & with a heavy curtain of shadow that presaged the arrival of a storm .. two days later all evidence of that event was gone; and the cats were balanced on window seats calmly attentive to the introduction of a new day ..

one afternoon in march they played with light falling into a room & then later that afternoon they tormented some hapless small creature .. somehow, with both events, they displayed equal grace ..